User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140729155901/@comment-2246928-20140730032807

The searat wheezes, retreating a few steps as his golden teeth shine in a snarl, before turning to the two vermin behind him "Fill 'im wid arrers, mates!" ''The searat throws himself to the ground as a stoat and a weasel notch arrows to their bows and raise them up to face Ondroh and Reis, before sending the shafts flying. Reis doesn't have much time to do anything before a shaft sinks into his throat. He drops his cutlass, backing away a step before falling backwards down the hill behind him. His corpse skids to a halt at the end of the hill, his already gouged neck twisted at an odd angle.''